FINALLY. A NEW POST.

[I know you've missed me.]

[P.S, all thanks go out to 2G's Stick Insect- read: Av- for making this rad blogskin. <3]

Anyway. I'll admit- it isn't as if like I have anything much to blog about. But hell. ...I need to make a new post, right? Or else y'guys are eventually just going to stop tagging.

And then the world will cease to exist as we now know it.

As for the music on the blog...I was this tempted to embed some random emo song; just for the heck of it. And also to annoy *certain* people. ::grinneth muchneth:: And maybe I will. You never know. [Of course, bribes are a little extra deal you might consider throwing in so as to avoid being blasted by oh-life-is-such-a-dark-dark-abyss tunes whenever you visit my blog. ...Chocolate is a wonderful bribe, btw. ]

[Just so you know.]

In any case.

Holidays have officially started, people.
Not that, of course, they're actually real holidays. You must understand that. People of such high caliber- such as yourselves *proceedstogointoacoughingfit*- simply do not have holidays. Such a thing has never been heard of.
And God forbid any one of you relax, too.
...Want a summer holiday like in all the cliched American-Girlesque movies?

...Oh, puh-leeze. Snap out of Cotton Candy Land already.

But whatever.
[*twitches* *is insanely tempted to embed a gory-lyricish Three Day's Grace oh-kill-me-slowly-and-watch-me-choke cum scream-into-staticky-microphone song*]

My gawwwsh, people.
You really should start expanding your music interests. [Haha, look who's talking.]
Listen to bands like Within Temptation and Three Days' Grace. They actually are fully awesome, once you get over the first shock of alternative-type music.
But don't you ALL go and start Lime Wireing those songs. It isn't fun when EVERYBODY listens to the same kinds of songs.
Then it just becomes lame.

Or maybe let's do a double-take on the music trend.
Let's all do a Nic and start listening to classical music on whateverradiochannelitisthatplaysclassicalmusic.
I think I'd die It could actually be pretty kill me now please interesting. Expanding our music interests, and all.
Except that you can't headbang to classical music. And I've certainly never heard of anyone getting hyper to the throbbing, pulsating beats of the likes of Mozart and Handel. [Except maybe Nicole.]
And what kind of loser would mosh to classical music?

[An incredibly lame one, that's what.]

But in any case. I apologize for the weirdly inane post t'day. I NEED MY LIFE AS WE KNOW IT fix NOWNOWNOW. I need it or I will die. And then the world will- *exaggerated hand gesture goes here*- be deprived of one more good soul.

Oh, the pain.
Oh, the trauma.
Oh...the heartache.

Kthx I want a Diet Coke and I'm going to fight with my brother over the remote watch interesting Cartoon Network [somebody gag me] programmes now.


Seriously, some people have all the nerve and none of the sense.

I'm not going to let that take down my Friday, though. Fridays only come once a week. And I've had to slog my way through TWO tests for this one. And the results'll probably blast my sorry arse out of the window when we get our papers back next week.

So NOTHING is going to stop me from enjoying today.
Nothing. You hear me?

Weekend killer for the day, people.
Read your old blogs.
I've been randomly scrolling through mine. Oh, the mortification.
To save myself from being humiliated to the next time they send a shuttle to Mars...I am fully not gonna give out the URL. So there.

But whatever. It's fun, y'know. To see how much you've developed. Like, I see how I progressed from being some total-fantasy-fanatic-emo-kid to...well. A not-so-fanatical-fantasy-somewhat-not-so-emo-kid.

Also. I can't believe how I used to type! Exclamationmarkexclamationmark! I used to type in...get this. ALL SMALL LETTERS. ARRGHHH. Also, I fully overused the word "lol".
I USED ALL SMALL LETTTTTERRRSSSS. *spasms and dies*

...I'm half-tempted to post this INCREDIBLY, EMBARRASSINGLY emo poem I just found on my old blog. *eyesore* 0__0 My gosh. I do NOT believe I actually wrote in that genre.
Whoo.
Furreh-kayy.
[Also. It's terribly embarrassing how many times the name "Griffin" pops up in my blogposts. *mellow* ]

Example of somewhat-emoish blogpost in old blog:

"Life gets so complicated sometimes. I mean, really. It seems like everybody's working their necks off, trying to be the best, trying to get good grades. Sure it feels good to get good grades. I can't deny that. But inevitably--what is the purpose for this? In the end, all this will just fade away. And whatever good grades or great jobs or all the cold hard cash in the world won't make a difference.
Sometimes I feel like life's just a void--empty. Dark. Unfeeling. And sometimes I feel that it's no point struggling; that I should just let myself get sucked down. It's not as if anyone can hear my silent screams, anyway. I believe in standing up for what you believe in. Even if it means standing alone. And those choices can be pretty darn painful sometimes. You can lose friends over them--or your popularity ratings might go down, or you might be treated as an outcast, literally.

Let me ask a question. Do you think it hurts to die?Cos sometimes it hurts a whole lot more trying to stay alive."

...Right, so maybe I've always been somewhat pessimistic. Whatever.
But I've become more optimistic! *glee* MOREOVER. I have learnt the importance of GETTING HYPERRRRR.
And I have become a nicer person. Even though I was nice all along.
[Agree or die.]

But I actually have [relatively] nice posts in my old blog too! [I know you're surprised.] Like this one:

"life may hurt but that's only normal
I'm gonna wave the flag up high
I won't give in this easily
I'm gonna be a WARRIOR FOR CHRIST!"

...Yayyy. [*cue thunderous, thunderous applause*] But really- I have God, my family, and my friends to thank for bringing me to where I am now. Although most of you may not believe it...[*coughs emphatically*] I'm actually NOT Goth. No, I'm not punk; not grunge; NOT emo. [Hello?! Can't a person have a floppy fringe and wear army Vans if she wants to? *frown*]
I'm just...well. Me.

Which is probably one of the weirdest stereotypes ever- but I happen to LIKE being me.
Even if my life does suck sometimes.

And oh. I'm sorry for boring you [but really- by coming to my blog- you were just asking for it], but look! I came up with a Middle Earth timetable back then. *hobbity grin* I wish, I wish, I wishhh.

"New and Improved Time Table:
1. Bio-- study of elvish and hobbit anatomies. Photosynthesis and Respiration of Ents. Classification of Elves, Men, Hobbits and Dwarves. LOL! Who's up to dissect a hobbit?
2. History-- as aforementioned. the history of Middle Earth. Eowyn=the NEW Wu Zetian.
3. Maths-- They didn't do maths in Middle Earth!!
4. Chinese-- Sindarin. Lao Shi...speaking Sindarin? Lao Shi...with pointy ears...? *gulps* Whoa. A little stretching of imagination needed there.
5. English-- Westron. [The common English tongue] Oh cool...Miss Tan teaching us Westron! No more Christopher Boone.
6. Chem-- Uh. Chanting of spells and making water drown out Ringwraiths? Fine by me. O.o...imagine Mrs. Lim MM teaching us how to chant spells in elvish. ROFL!!
7. Philo-- discussion of issues brough up in elven philosophy. Like what? Ask Elrond. Or, if he's busy, ask Ms Chau.
8. P.E-- archery and horse riding!!! oh and did i mention sword fighting? I can imagine Mr Vincent Ong shooting an arrow. After all, his elvish name is Thranduil--the father of the [cute but oh-so-cliched] Legolas Greenleaf. "

...Only now we have Mrs. Chan as our PE teacher. And, um. I can't *quite* imagine her being an elven archer with pointy ears.
Oh, please, no. I have zees strange mental image coming on.
Ahhhh.

....Annnyway.
I'm hungry. Hopefully dinner's ready- then I can get my fix of Drake Bell on Nickelodeon, huzzah. [He's not cute- but heck, that show rocks much. (:] Oh, and. My sister's class got FAIRIES as their dress-up theme for Teachers' Day.

Big fat smirk.


Today's been a sepia-toned day.
I feel sluggish; and horribly so. I think I shall drag myself out for a run soon. Or jog. Whatever.
My only consolation lies in the fact that I can watch Life As We Know It tonight at 8, huzzah.

I doodled a poem today, yay. I've been having an awful case of writer's block; and let me tell you- it isn't pretty.

the day summer shattered

the day summer shattered
I bit the canvas from my sneakers
and murdered my dreams in pale oils
They said I was da Vinci,
just without the Mona Lisa.

I heard screaming from the kitchen-
still eleven o'clock; far too early for lunch and
no, Mary-Sue, leave me alone
no, I have no idea how to exorcise ragdolls

that day, summer plastered its obituary on the
muggy heat of afternoon radio sitcoms as
the wired jingles warped and turned sepia
and were auctioned off at a dollar apiece

the day summer shattered
polaroids yellowed like suns left out too long;
Old reruns seeped through the windows with
breakfast cereal tunes and white, white smiles
the day summer shattered.

The day summer shattered
I think I shattered too.

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I know it's probably dead weird. But whatever- I don't really care right now, sorry.
I don't like feeling this way, I hate blogging when I'm in this kind of mood but I need to vent. Seriously.
I feel like some kind of cyborg. As if somehow I'm not truly thinking anything. Like someone took a hook thingamajig and gutted the thoughts out of me. Like what they used to do for those Pharoahs...take a hook thing and drag out their brains through the poor dead guy's nostrils, so his little bit of grey matter wouldn't be left to rot for all eternity in his cranium.

Pardon my manners if you just ate lunch.

Speaking of lunch. I've been eating so much lately ARGH. And I KNOW some of you haven't been feeling like eating much at all- and I BLAME YOU. You probably did some odd voodoo thing and passed your appetites to me.

TAKE BACK YOUR OWN APPETITES GRR. I HAVE ENOUGH OF MY OWN APPETITE THANK YOU VERY MUCH, I FULLY DO NOT NEED OTHER PEOPLE PASSING THEIR APPETITES TO ME.

I am not an appetite-sitter, people, for crying out loud.

AOHflauhfaIUOy0qw84r3q9807af)*&DS(*&dsoi.


As promised, I will faithfully give an update.
And also.
HELLO, people. I must clarify.
The 5 Fingers wasn't made by Mrs Ngggggg. )): Wt-.
It was made by me! *proud toothy grin*
NOT Mrs Ng.

Other than that; I'm glad the 5 Fingers thing is getting around. 2G- it goes out to you, my dolls.

1. When you think of SHU, which feature instantly comes to mind?
-Her cheeks. I'm sorry, I know it's weird...but her cheeks always look kind of flushed. [Ah, young love! *halo*]
It's cute, though. (: I'm sure her lovely flushed cheeks are a great source of attraction to the opposite sex.
2. If you could pick a theme song for SHU, what would it be?
-DEFINITELY some adorable retro song. ...How about that Grease song we did for Family Night? When we danced, I couldn't help feeling that- yeah, that was Shu ALL OVER.
You so belong in the '70s, dahhling.
What're you doing here in 2006?
3. What random object would remind you of SHU?
-A pink hole-puncher. :/
Okay, I have absolutely no idea how that got there, truly I don't. It just popped into my head.
Sorry, Shu. But really, people. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a pink hole-puncher. It's so innocent.
And so...hole-punchery.
Isn't that a good thing, now?
4. What do you expect SHU to be doing ten years from now?
-Totally being some plastic surgeon, like she wants to be.
[Maybe she'll give us free Botox treatment.]
And being a mommy. ...Awww! Yeah, with her oops-bumped-into-you-at-the-lockers boyfriend.
Of course, by then he'll be her HUSBAND.
I hope.
5. If you could give SHU an award, what would it be?
-Duhh. The Female Viking, remember?
Her hair is adowable. (: And her pink cheeks. And her dinosaurish face.
Awwww.

*prepares to be annihilated by Shu*

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1. When you think of LORRY, what feature instantly comes to mind?
-Her hair! It's so short and...Laurenish. [Oh gaw, someone get me a dictionary!] It suits her. She's got this enviable face-shape. And she actually looks good with short hair. Really great, in fact. ): Unlike me. I look funny with short hait.
2. If you could pick a theme song for LORRY, what would it be?
-...Whoaa. SO not my territory here.
Definitely some chinese song. That girl should have been born a Chinese pop star.
Unfortunately, I don't know ANY chinese song.
Well- besides Peng You. And the norm- dongqiangy CNY songs.
I'm sure Lorry wouldn't want to be a Chinese New Year song; now would you, Laur? ;)
3. What random object would remind you of LORRY?
-Her MGS jacket. :D I used to borrow it, like, almost everyday because it got so cold in class.
She's perpetually wearing that stupid jacket. (: It's very Laurenish. I can't imagine Lauren without her jacket.
): And next year, I won't get to borrow her MG jacket no more.
*sob* ...I know her jacket'll miss me lots.
4. What do you expect LORRY to be doing ten years from now?
-Being some Chinese pop star. Or writing sheafs and sheafs of Chinese songs. [much to Av's dismay]
[And Lao Shi's immense delight.]
My gawwssshh. Laur, I hate you, you Chinese freak! xP
5. If you could give LORRY an award, what would it be?
-"Most Likely To Become A Chinese Media Person".
...As for what kind of media person...I'm not quite sure. But deffffinitely something to do with Chinese. That girl has the Chinese smarts so bad that, frankly, it freaks me out.
But hey. I love her anyways. <3

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1. When you think of NIC, what feature comes instantly to mind?
-Her nose. My gosh, I WANT HER NOSE. ): *pouts*
It's so adorable. And her ears. Small ears belong to goody two shoes. (: Which isn't an insult, by the way, it's a good thing to be a goody two shoes. And in any case, Nic isn't a goody two shoes.
....She's just incredibly sweet.
2. If you could pick a theme song for NIC, what would it be?
-Some Disney song. NOT Pooh's theme song...but I'm not quite sure WHICH Disney song I'm referring to.
Heh. For some reason, I have this vivid memory of Nic singing "A Whole New World". And pretty well, too. ;) She should sing more often. Just like she should wear OP and pink LESS. [Not that there's anything wrong with pink. I just enjoy teasing her about it.]
3. What random object would remind you of NIC?
-A maths worksheet. ...It isn't fair, Nic, I fully do NOT like you.
Why're you so darn good in math?
And then there's poor me, struggling to grasp the concepts of algebra and congruence...*glares*
Also. You remind me of a Winnie the Pooh plushie. The kind with a big head and adorably small body. [Think Powerpuff girl= Pooh bear.] I should get you one for your next birthday or something.
OH NO I KNOW. I should get myself one. That way, whenever Nicole annoys me by complaining that she scored so awfully low [HER low is, like, my HIGH]- I can go home and stick pins into the Pooh plushie. Like a voodoo doll.
Vuahahahaaa.
...Just kidding, darling. I promise I would NEVER do that.
4. What do you expect NIC to be doing ten years from now?
-Being an internationally acclaimed violinist, and travelling the world.
Or being some kind of Mathematician who came up with some awesome new formula.
Or being the Winnie The Pooh mascot on Kids Central. ;)
5. If you could give NIC an award, what would it be?
-Okay, I KNOW Audd gave me the radd title of "Coolest Girl Next Door"...but Nic is so fully a girl next door too.
She's sweet and wears pink and loves maths [and somebody too]- and with that million dollar smile...whoaa.
Girls next door are so the sex. <3
Love you, Nicceeehhh.

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1. When you think of CHERYL, which feature instantly comes to mind?
-HER SMILE! When she smiles, her whole face just lights up. Like a Christmas tree. :/
And her eyes go all small and scrinkly 'cuz she's smiling so sweetly.
Really, talk about Kodak moments.
2. If you could pick a theme song for CHERYL, what would it be?
-"Just the Girl" by Click Five. [YES, Cheryl. I know all about your secret fetish. xP]
Besides, there was this one stage where all she and Shu would sing were Click Five songs. My gay-dar nearly broke down.
And "Just The Girl" 's so adorably upbeat and chirpy. Just like Cheryl. Also, it makes me smile.
Just like Cheryl. :D
3. What random object would remind you of CHERYL?
-...Hmm. A tatty bear! Omg. Tatty bears are SO HOT. I lovvvvve tatty bears. [Um. HINTHINT.]
I dunno. Cheryl just reminds me of a tatty bear. Don't ask why.
4. What do you expect CHERYL to be doing ten years from now?
-Directing Episode 1234 [I hope!!!] of HSM!
Jeahhh.
OMG she'll get to fraternize with Zac Efron. *insanely jealous* [*momentarily considers changing answer to this question*]
AND Vanessa Anne Hudgens.
And doing all the corny [but fully awesome] moves to Stick To The Status Quo & We're All In This Together.
Maybe she'll get 2G to guest star in We're All In This 2Gether. Whee.
5. If you could give Cheryl an award, what would it be?
-I know it sounds cheesy. But it would probably be Miss I Promise I'll Keep A Secret.
I've shared a good portion of secrets with her. [But please don't ask her what they are.] And she's given me great advice every time. [Well, ALMOST every time...:p] She's kept my secrets well too. [I hope.]
I know I can always talk to you, dahhling, and you know I love you a million Diet Cokes!
[...o_O Whoaa. I must love you, like, A LOT.]

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1. When you think of CH, which feature instantly comes to mind?
-His voice. I haven't seen him very often; but we talk on the phone, so I mostly hear his voice. He's always complaining about how he can't play guitar [SO untrue!], and usually yaddling on about one thing or another. [But it isn't boring.] And then he'll apologize for wasting my time. [You're not wasting my time. :D]
I find that pretty cute.
2. If you could pick a theme song for CH, what would it be?
-...THE EMO SONG!
...Kidding. That song's pretty sick, really; and I wouldn't choose such a weird song for you, emo kid.
Um. How about "The Hero Drowns In This One" by The Ataris?
I think that sort of suits.
3. What random object would remind you of CH?
-His guitar, without a question. He's always playing some random song when we talk over the phone. :D
4. What do you expect CH to be doing ten years from now?
-Fully being some famed writer/poet/emo man. [You won't be an emo kid any longer. You'll be an emo man. :/ Which sounds pretty weird. :D] I should get an autograph. Y'know. Seize the chance, and all. :D Or maybe you'll be a famous photographer.
Either way...I still need to get an autograph.
5. If you could give CH an award, what would it be?
-THE EMO KID. Not in terms of dressing, but whatever.
You know why, Choon. *impish grin* Rock on, emocityyyy.

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I have a question.
WHY MY EYES?
Almost everyone who did my 5 Fingers for me said that my most prominent feature is my eyes. :/
And while I'm incredibly flattered [I hope I was supposed to take it as a compliment], I'm rather confused.
I quote Lauren. "cara, your eyes remind me of some fortune telling stuff and that is kinda creepy. sorry it just seems scary!"
...What do my eyes have to do with...fortune telling?

Right, people, I'm officially confuddled. Kindly enlighten me, kthxloveyou.

Anyways, gotta run. CH's treating the band to dinner! [Yayyy. *glee*]

I love you guys.

Lovelovelovvveeee.


Friends~
You fight.
I fight.
You hurt.
I hurt.
You get mad.
I get mad.
You jump off a bridge.
I get a paddle boat and save your retarded ass. <3

I've half a mind not to publish this post so as to keep the famous post-that-made-Jia Ni-the-UnHung-almost-cry; but I've decided to let my totally selfless self [:D] shine through, and give a 5 Fingers update.
My gosh, only 3 2Gians have done it so far. Seriously people, be more proactive.
Golly.
What are you all doing...hibernating? Where is everyone?

Anyway. These are the Three Trendsetters. [AKA the first three people who've done the 5 Fingers thingamajiggy.] [Well. 'Cept for Maxy, who's already done mine anyway.] Here goes!

1. When you think of AUDREY!, which feature instantly comes to mind?
-Your hands. Dearie, I know it's an awfully weird answer...but in case you've never noticed- you have lovely hands! ::pleased:: Really. I mean that. AND I adore your legs. Like on National Day- golly, you were a stunner. ;) Lauren's right- you totally looked like some teenage model. Which is hot.
2. If you could pick a theme song for AUDREY!, what would it be?
- Hmm. ::potters off to i-Tunes to check list of songs::
You remind me of Hilary Duff's "Fly"! ::unsuccessfully tries to hide Hilary Duff playlist on i-Tunes:: Or "Wake Up". I'm not sure if you like Hilary Duff, but if you don't, I totally do NOT mean this as an insult. OHMYGOSH and you remind me of that adorable song from the movie Sleepover. "That's What Girls Do". Totally Audreyish. (:
3. What random object would remind you of AUDREY!?
- My gosh, this is so simple that I'm kicking myself.
Like, duh?
Anything pink. <3
4. What do you expect AUDREY! to be doing ten years from now?
- I can totally imagine Audd as some kind of a cool exercise instructor!
:/ I'm sorry if that sounds rather offish, but yeahh.
I can fully see Audd decked out all in pink sports gear from Le Coq Sportif or summat. And with her personality- kaboom. She could totally be annnyyything she wants. <33
If you could give AUDREY! an award, what would it be?
- "The Pink Panther Princess"!
As if it wasn't completely and blatantly obvious.
Auddahhling [NEW WORD! OMGZORRZZZ NEW CARA WORD! :DD] [I hereby dedicate the new Cara word "Auddahling" to Auddehh. Yayy.], you're one of the sweetest, [pinkest] most sensitive souls I've ever met, and I love you so darn much that trying to convey my point would end up sounding fully inane.
But you know I love you, you adorable thing, you. <33 You never fail to cheer me up.
:DD

1. When you think of JIA NI, which feature instantly comes to mind?
-Easy.
Her hair! Not that I'm making fun of your hair or anythin' like that, Hung...I love your hair. It's adorable. It's practically your trademark.
2. If you could pick a theme song for JIA NI, what would it be?
-Hohum. I dunno. I mean, you sort of remind me of that bubbly song from Snow White...what was it?
Oh yeah. The "Hi Ho" song. Also- the whole Zipadeedoodaa [I know I didn't spell it right] song. Which is completely you. At least, to me it is. Those songs are happy and upbeat and funny and just plain lovable...just like you. <3 And for some reason, I'll always remember you trying to do doing the moves to "We're All In This Together". Wunnerful memories, them all. :D
[See, Hung. I am so not being mean. So much for OLD BLACK JOE. ::glower:: ...Old Black Joe sounds like a billygoat with a bad dye job.]
3. What random object would remind you of JIA NI?
-A hairband.
Or a fluffy pillow.
Don't ask me why...it just popped into my head.
4. What do you expect JIA NI to be doing ten years from now?
-Which would make her...twenty four? Well. She'll be prepping herself up to run for First Female Prez, duhh! With her election speeches and promises to change the country and mold the future of Singapore. And she'll have the whole of 2G '06 behind her every step of the way. [And yes, dahling, I promise I will vote!]
And her funky 'do.
Gotta love her funky 'do.
"FEMALE PREZ JIA NI THE HUNG SPORTS FUNKY 'DO." <<< Future Straits Times Headlines.
Jeahhh.
5. If you could give JIA NI an award, what would it be?
- Totally "Miss UnHatable".
I have no idea, doll...there's just something about you that makes it IMPOSSIBLE to not like you.
Which, yeah, gets pretty annoying at times; but that doesn't mean I don't love you. :D
You're almost always smiling [or stoning], and there's just something about you that makes me crack up whenever I look at you. You exude that smile-and-the-world-smiles-with-you vibe, sweetums, and NEVER lose that.
Love you tonnns, girlie. Rock on, future Prez.

1. When you think of NING, what feature instantly comes to mind?
-...Um. That would definitely be her face. Yeah. I don't quite know how to describe it. There's something...very unique about her expression. Something which my meagre vocabulary can't even begin to cover.
I guess it would be her please-go-away-before-I-hit-you expression. Not to make it sound mean, or anything.
In fact, I think it's very cool. :D
2. If you could pick a theme song for NING, what would it be?
-Gaw, this is a tricky one. It would probably be something from Within Temptation; which is this gothic rock band which I absolutely adore. You guys should go take a listen. They've got violins clashing and drums thrashing and these AMAZING lyrics.
Hmm. Theme song. Maybe it would be "See Who I Am". By Within Temptation, duh. Also happens to be one of my alltime favourite songs.
[Which you, Ning, should take as a compliment. *grin*]
3. What random object would remind you of NING?
-...I'm trying to think here.
I can't really come up with an EXACT object.
But it would definitely be something made of metal. Brrr. Ice queen. :D ...P'raps it would be black. I can't be too sure about this. [My gosh- it's almost like I'm some psychic trying to read Ning's aura or summat...::headdeskbang::] And yeah. Ay to the metal-bit; it's a definite yes.
4. What do you expect NING to be doing ten years from now?
- Probably being a writer/ director or summat like that, I reckon.
Some career in which you can express the dark revelations of your soul, dearie. :D Something...oh, I don't know. Something different, and yet not totally extreme. Something exclusive, and enigmatic.
...Oh...my English begins to fail me.
5. If you could give NING an award, what would it be?
-Fine, since UnHung dubbed me as The Thinker, now I hafta think up something else for you. *huffs*
....Quedrako, eh? Well. In jargon, you remind me of a...
A...
...Well. Even my CARA Vocabulary fails me now in this time of great need.
I suppose it would probably be the title of "Dark, Tortured Soul". Not that there's anything bad about that; but it seems to fit, somehow. Or "Enigma". Which is neat. (:
And verrrry Ning-ish.
Anyway, dahhling. I'm not Goth, but p'raps you're Dark, but I still loveths yous lotsness anyways. (:

---COMING UP----

Probably a post on my new book. YAY.
"The Day I Ate Fash Whore"."

And maybe- one day- a post about push up bras.

Not 1) push ups
2) bras

I mean push up bras. As in, "push up bras". As in, pushupbras.

Yeah, I think you get my drift.


"We're all a little weird, and when we find those people whose weirdness is compatible with ours...we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and we call them our best friends."
-Boy Meets World.

And yes, world, I admit that I am weird.
Therefore the rest of you are weird too.
And we are mutually weird. Which is, apparently, satisfying.
And hell yeah we're best friends.

I just wanted to let y'all know that I love you.

How cheesy.

But whatever. I still love you guys. And it creeps me out to think that some time this year you guys might be lounging back in MG territory and going, "Hey, have you talked to that whatsername lately? Something beginning with C. She had some weird surname too. Something to do with the Matrix. Maybe it was Keanu. Or Reeves."

Isn't it weird how things change?

Isn't it sad how people change to become the people they swore they would never be?

I used to cry myself to sleep at nights because I was scared of growing up. I used to end off every single one of my childhood prayers with "And dear Jesus, please bless all the people in the world and make sure that they don't need anything. Amen."
As if that prayer could somehow bring about world peace...as if it could somehow cover human transgression and make everything better- just like that.

God knows I'm going to miss you guys.
Will I ever forget you guys? ...No. Maybe I'll forget what kind of glasses you wore, or whether you were a HSM fan or not- but I'll never forget you guys.
Will we drift apart? ...Sadly, yes. I'd love to say that no, we'll be friends forever and ever; but c'mon, we all know that that's not going to happen. People drift apart. It's only human. And while we love each other lots, you and I both know that eventually the pain of leaving will become merely a dull ache in your chest- something bearable. Something forgettable.
Will I always love you all?
...Hell yes.

---

Sometimes I kind of freak myself out.
Like weird Lola Strepp in Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen. Label me as you may; but sometimes I feel so chameleonish that, frankly, it's pretty creeped out.
So here.

Part of the 2G '06 campaign.
5 Fingers- credit me. Kthx.
This is how it works, kay. Copy/paste it on your blog, and answer all the questions about me. And then if you want other people to complete your OWN 5 Fingers thingamajig...replace my name with yours, and put THAT on your blog. Then people will do THAT, and put it on THEIR blogs, along with their own blank 5 Fingers thing.
2G- the aim is to have as many people's 5 Fingers quizzes [with the answers you filled in] on your blog! Trust me, it makes for great fun and it makes people happy too.
Of course, 2Gians should be nice and go around doing as many people's 5 Fingers as possible too.

So here goes.

1. When you think of CARA, which feature instantly comes to mind?
2. If you could pick a theme song for CARA, what would it be?
3. What random object would remind you of CARA?
4. What do you expect CARA to be doing ten years from now?
5. If you could give CARA an award, what would it be?

I'm going to be crappy and list an example.

1. When you think of MAXY, which feature instantly comes to mind?
- Her annoyingly pointed, pixieish chin. I want one like that too. ):
2. If you could pick a theme song for MAXY, what would it be?
-*insertqueerbimboticsonghere* ...KIDDING. M'dear. I will veer from the expected and not say Gwen Stefani's Rich Girl. Um.
Um.
Umm.
...Forget it. Rich Girl it is, then.
3. What random object would remind you of MAXY?
-Your big white Chanel sunglasses! Seriously, darling, those are absolute love and I adore them. Also. They're too Maxyish. Which I guess is a good thing.
I think.
I suppose.
4. What do you expect MAXY to be doing ten years from now?
-I totally don't know. While guys will probably be crushing left right and centre on you...I don't think you're exceptionally pro-boy. [Although maybe actually YOU HAVE A SECRET FETISH FOR TOM HANKS!] Probably shopping. Definitely still shopping.
Will never stop shopping.
5. If you could give MAXY an award, what would it be?
-"MOST VIVALICIOUS". Huzzah, I coined another new word! [They should really print a CARA Dictionary. So very useful.] Yeah, you; Miss Diva-La Vita-Vivacious. Like my new word? I hereby christen VIVALICIOUS as an official new Cara word; and Maxy has shepeshul rights to it.
Miss Vivalicious.
The red carpet loves you, you wonderful bitch of a best friend, you, and Cara loves you mostest. <3

Now Maxy has to paste that on her blog, do mine for me, and also stick up a blank MAXY 5 Fingers on her blog for you 2Gians to do.

I shall update with more 5 Fingers as soon as you wunnerfuls do my 5 Fingers for me!

You know I love you [and vice versa],

Cara.

What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is reserved and logical. With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react. In love, you seem mysterious and interesting. In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.

I'm back HOMMEEEE.
Yes.
Miss me? [Answer yes or else.]

Anyway. I had a deliciously wunnerful time there.
Okay, so I did feel pretty weird; decked out in these summery outfits and bathing suits.
Like, it was a complete change from what I usually wear okayy. Anyway nobody wears all-black when they're on a beach villa holiday. That's just stupid. [Okay, so maybe I wore all-black once. But it was just for that one day. To the mall. Which, technically, doesn't even count.]
So I had to revamp my wardrobe [if you could call that revamping], and tuck away my poor ol' black clothes somewhere Dark And Dank in my closet back home.

But I had a really great time there, so even that didn't matter.
Andand nobody mistook me for Thai/Spanish/Hawaiian/insertrandomracehere !!! Like, YAY. Finally people are starting to get it right.
About time too.

Top Ten Things To Do While In Phuket:
1) Eat. A lot. [I LOVE MY CHICKEN CAESAR SALAD WRAPPP.]
2) Hit the gym. [Egad. The gym there is too cool. I could spend the WHOLE day there. Also, they have these really snazzy exercise machines with flatscreen tellies fixed on. Which fully makes working out this much easier.]
3) Ignore creepy lesbian trainette at the Kids Club who seems to have developed a freaky fixation with me.
4) AVOID WEIRD OLD TOURISTY MEN WHO TRY TO SNAP PHOTOS OF MY MIDRIFF.
5) Embarrass self to the next century when being taught how to play pool by [squeal] dark haired, blue eyed [he was this close] guy. [Note to self: Improve hand-eye coordination.]
6) Ease boredom by running around with aforementioned guy for entire afternoon. [Legs hurt.] Away from annoying little Irish boys who will insist on following us around and screaming inane statements about...steroids, I think?
7) Proceed to dao aforementioned hottie for the next two days until departure, after remembering The Anti-B Deal. [I am a girl of solidarity.]
8) Attempt to ignore weird blonde Mean Girl types. [complete with skanky bikinis and almost not-there short shorts.]
9) OREO MILKSHAKE. Need I say more?
10) Have a blast. Because it's as close to summer as we'll ever get.

My newly acquired pool skills still suck though.
Whoever knew an Austin could have black hair and blue eyes?
I certainly didn't.

Anyway.
EEEUUURRGHH. SEE NOW I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. ::mope::

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(*&R#(*&*SCNJNDONTEVENTHINKOFTHAT@P)(SFOIJFS_$#_)((R*# (*U
DSA))(*$)#AUSTINSARENTSUPPOSEDTOBESO)(*#R)HOT(*)&#$#(*$#ODS

Haha.
Sucks to him.

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Okay, like, if anyone out there is listening and actually cares- like, I seriously need to do something.
Help me.
I need to get that face outta my head and those blue eyes the hell outta my memory.
[And no, you don't know this person.]
Is it even legal for eyes to be so blue?
My gosh, I swear I would give almost anything for a memory wipe. Right now I feel like breaking down and crying; but there's no sense in crying anyway because that would be just stupid, which makes me feel even worse because nothing makes a person feel worse than when they feel like crying even though they know that they technically have no justification to cry.

I thought that maybe this time it would be different. I guess I thought wrong. I thought I could finally start to let somebody in and I was just starting to let the walls crumble again- I was just beginning to prepare myself to let that come into my life again. I don't even know why I'm complaining. It isn't as if I could ever deserve something that wonderful; someone so beautiful.
Beautiful but forgettable. The one vivid thing-- eyes. Blue- so, so blue.
And I feel stupid ranting like this, because like HELLO. I shouldn't be letting stupid things like this get me down, but whatever. I feel like crap, and right now I don't even know who to talk to about this, because I've got some sort of a reputation and people'll probably just laugh, just laugh at what I'm scared to show them.
You naive moron; you so deserve this.
And when you're lying on your bed crying for all the little reasons at night...just remember.
You brought this on yourself.

Summer flings= so hot. but totally bogus.

Do yourself a favour and do not ever step into that territory.

Trust me, you'll save yourself hell of a lot of pain.


DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BLOG POST PROFESSES TO NOT HAVING ANY INTENTIONS OF UNDERMINING POLITICAL FORCES AT WORK, AND WILL BE WROUGHT WITH JUSTIFIED INDIGNATION SHOULD THIS BLOG BE SHUT DOWN DUE TO MISINTERPRETATION OF ANY OPINIONS AIRED HERE.

Yay.
Happy Eve Of National Day and peace and goodwill to all men and all of that.

I am afraid to announce- *heavy sigh*- that this is officially my last post until I return from Phuket.

I know you'll miss me.

In any case. Today we had the National Day Celebrations at school. Which even came close to being fun- I mean, I know Maxy and I had a great time acting retardicated. [And humiliating the rest of 2G, yes] And despite the fact that Cheryl, Shu and Sarah kept poking me from behind in a goading attempt to make me squirm [Isn't it just appalling how some people can be so cruel?], yes, it was bearable and I kind of enjoyed myself.
Kind of.

Although I probably just humiliated myself into the thirtieth century by getting onstage during the National Day Forum to act as opposition towards one of our [-egad!] juniors.
I'm no PAP fangirl, but yes, I was steamed.

[2ND DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OF THIS POST IS IN NO WAY ATTEMPTING TO OFFEND OR CONDEMN ANYBODY THROUGH WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE. So deal with it, kthxbye.]

And although I most likely came off sounding horribly incoherent and probably made no sense at all- I still stand behind my point.
Sometimes, we have to learn to accept that change may not be the best thing for the people as a whole. Sure, progression as a nation is always welcome. But "we can achieve so much more"? ...Really.
Remember what happens with over-ambition, class. We all take History lessons, aye? ...Well. I'm sure you can bring to mind at least five fingers' worth of leaders whose ambitions went too far...too soon. Sure, it may have worked out well and good at first. But then look what happened next.

We have a roof over our heads. We have education. Clothing. Housing. And most importantly, security.
What more could we ask for?

I do believe that the media has proven that it does place great emphasis- perhaps even to the extent of biasedness- on the PAP.
What I don't believe is that we have been brainwashed. What I do not believe is that we, as Singaporeans, are gullible and that we have somehow been entwined into some grand Men In White scheme.
...We? Gullible? Are we talking about the same Singaporeans here?
Please. So-called brainwashed people wouldn't be able to have a mind of their own. We would be marionettes, people. Puppets. Unable to think for ourselves. Dangled on strings by the powers that be.
I think that we are perfectly capable of thinking for ourselves and making our own judgements. I think we all have our own opinions- and, often as not- strong ones, at that. I doubt that that would be the definition of "gullible".

When you look around you; when you people watch at Orchard Road...do you see brainwashed people, pray tell?
Perhaps there might be something wrong with me...but I don't see brainwashed people.
I see a people who have moved so far from being some muddy, swamped out fishing village to the cosmopolitan hub we are today. I see progress. I see technological advancement. I see a nation that has soared high from where we started out.
And because of that, I feel proud.

If you're one of those self-professed urban radicals who equate rules as oppression...then beg pardon for my impertinence, but let me ask you.
Do you seriously think that our Government enjoys implementing rules?
The reason why Singapore is listed as an "Advanced Developing Country", and not "Developed Country"- is because of our apparent lack of a gracious society, for crying out loud. I used to think that it was ironic that we have "developing" in our title since Singapore is abundant in rules and all...but somebody later led me to see that no. It isn't ironic at all. We have to have rules because the majority of us lack the grace, the basic courtesy, and the fundamental EQ to behave as an advanced society should.

Okay, I don't dispute anybody's right to their own opinion. After all, in the words of PM Lee Hsien Loong, and I quote: "We encourage people to express their views and to have a view. Our problem is in that many people don't really have a view."
Go figure.
I know that there're people out there trying to be anti-establishment; because they somehow associate that with "rebel", which they somehow [strangely enough] associate with "cool". Or, perhaps, for the sake of writing a titillating and controversial essay/blogpost/column/journal entry that will garner them the support of random members of the public and put them in a place of great interest.

Naturally, if you're going to write some essay or blog a thousand-word rant dripping with cynicism and despondency about "*insertMPnamehere* sUx larrrr!", or make some unfounded and uncalled for anti-government statement...then please, by all means. Expect to have your life changed. Drastically.
Like, um. If somebody flamed you on his/her blog and tried to stir up totally unneccessary discord about you...wouldn't you get mad?

Please, we're all only human, after all.

And. Count your blessings, people. We ARE progressing, for crying out loud. We ARE getting somewhere. Where have you been all this while?
We've got it good here.
And you know it.
So deal with that.


DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BLOG POST PROFESSES TO NOT HAVING ANY INTENTIONS OF UNDERMINING POLITICAL FORCES AT WORK, AND WILL BE WROUGHT WITH JUSTIFIED INDIGNATION SHOULD THIS BLOG BE SHUT DOWN DUE TO MISINTERPRETATION OF ANY OPINIONS AIRED HERE.

Yay.
Happy Eve Of National Day and peace and goodwill to all men and all of that.

I am afraid to announce- *heavy sigh*- that this is officially my last post until I return from Phuket.

I know you'll miss me.

In any case. Today we had the National Day Celebrations at school. Which even came close to being fun- I mean, I know Maxy and I had a great time acting retardicated. [And humiliating the rest of 2G, yes] And despite the fact that Cheryl, Shu and Sarah kept poking me from behind in a goading attempt to make me squirm [Isn't it just appalling how some people can be so cruel?], yes, it was bearable and I kind of enjoyed myself.
Kind of.

Although I probably just humiliated myself into the thirtieth century by getting onstage during the National Day Forum to act as opposition towards one of our [-egad!] juniors.
I'm no PAP fangirl, but yes, I was steamed.

[2ND DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OF THIS POST IS IN NO WAY ATTEMPTING TO OFFEND OR CONDEMN ANYBODY THROUGH WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE. So deal with it, kthxbye.]

And although I most likely came off sounding horribly incoherent and probably made no sense at all- I still stand behind my point.
Sometimes, we have to learn to accept that change may not be the best thing for the people as a whole. Sure, progression as a nation is always welcome. But "we can achieve so much more"? ...Really.
Remember what happens with over-ambition, class. We all take History lessons, aye? ...Well. I'm sure you can bring to mind at least five fingers' worth of leaders whose ambitions went too far...too soon. Sure, it may have worked out well and good at first. But then look what happened next.

We have a roof over our heads. We have education. Clothing. Housing. And most importantly, security.
What more could we ask for?

I do believe that the media has proven that it does place great emphasis- perhaps even to the extent of biasedness- on the PAP.
What I don't believe is that we have been brainwashed. What I do not believe is that we, as Singaporeans, are gullible and that we have somehow been entwined into some grand Men In White scheme.
...We? Gullible? Are we talking about the same Singaporeans here?
Please. So-called brainwashed people wouldn't be able to have a mind of their own. We would be marionettes, people. Puppets. Unable to think for ourselves. Dangled on strings by the powers that be.
I think that we are perfectly capable of thinking for ourselves and making our own judgements. I think we all have our own opinions- and, often as not- strong ones, at that. I doubt that that would be the definition of "gullible".

When you look around you; when you people watch at Orchard Road...do you see brainwashed people, pray tell?
Perhaps there might be something wrong with me...but I don't see brainwashed people.
I see a people who have moved so far from being some muddy, swamped out fishing village to the cosmopolitan hub we are today. I see progress. I see technological advancement. I see a nation that has soared high from where we started out.
And because of that, I feel proud.

If you're one of those self-professed urban radicals who equate rules as oppression...then beg pardon for my impertinence, but let me ask you.
Do you seriously think that our Government enjoys implementing rules?
The reason why Singapore is listed as an "Advanced Developing Country", and not "Developed Country"- is because of our apparent lack of a gracious society, for crying out loud. I used to think that it was ironic that we have "developing" in our title since Singapore is abundant in rules and all...but somebody later led me to see that no. It isn't ironic at all. We have to have rules because the majority of us lack the grace, the basic courtesy, and the fundamental EQ to behave as an advanced society should.

Okay, I don't dispute anybody's right to their own opinion. After all, in the words of PM Lee Hsien Loong, and I quote: "We encourage people to express their views and to have a view. Our problem is in that many people don't really have a view."
Go figure.
I know that there're people out there trying to be anti-establishment; because they somehow associate that with "rebel", which they somehow [strangely enough] associate with "cool". Or, perhaps, for the sake of writing a titillating and controversial essay/blogpost/column/journal entry that will garner them the support of random members of the public and put them in a place of great interest.

Naturally, if you're going to write some essay or blog a thousand-word rant dripping with cynicism and despondency about "*insertMPnamehere* sUx larrrr!", or make some unfounded and uncalled for anti-government statement...then please, by all means. Expect to have your life changed. Drastically.
Like, um. If somebody flamed you on his/her blog and tried to stir up totally unneccessary discord about you...wouldn't you get mad?

Please, we're all only human, after all.

And. Count your blessings, people. We ARE progressing, for crying out loud. We ARE getting somewhere. Where have you been all this while?
We've got it good here.
And you know it.
So deal with that.


I'm having fun packing my bag for Phuket.
Totally. Phuket.
Like, awesommeeee.
The last time I went I got really dark and all- what with the sun- unfortunately, I prolly also got quite pudgy. [Note to self: Spending an entire day lounging around in the Kids' Club watching siblings play inane Super Mario games while pigging out on crisps is NEVER a good idea.]
But this time I shall come back nice and lean and dark.

I hope.

...Or maybe I'll come back looking the same as before.

Either way works for me.

And yes, Maxy...I'll be over there with all the cute guys; while YOU, m'darling, stay home and get to go out with "the girlfriends only". Butbut. It isn't flattering to be mistaken for
a) a Spaniard
b) a Thai (!!!)
c) a Hawaiian (Like...wt-?)
d) a Korean
e) all of the above

Which is what happened the last time I went to Phuket.
Anyway, I don't expect any cute guys to be there [most likely just middle aged men with stringy arms and noodle-white legs trying to tan, which is completely gross]. And while I do not have anything against middle aged men in general; I don't like string and I don't really like noodles either.
So that would be a no-go.

OH. Speaking of which. [Okay, there isn't really much link here, but whatever.] I went shopping t'day! ::glee::
Also, Mum brought us to the library to get books for Phuket. Call me a geek, but I was psyched okay.
[And besides everyone has a bit of geekness in them; it's inborn.]

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Status: Completely and irrevocably BOMW. [read: Bored Out Of My Wits]

Doing: Besides stoning? ...Nothing much. Drinking a glass of water [I'm aiming for eight glasses a day and I never knew it would be so helluva hard], and reflecting that YES, pizza is the food of the immortals and should be treated likewise.
Except for the olives. Olives are so disgusting.

School tomorrow. Collective groan of dismay, everybody.
But this week isn't that bad.
I shall walk home with Cheryl as always <3 and buy a jar of that peanut butter and jelly thingy, along with a diet soda. I looove peanut butter so much that it should be banned.

Oh, and by the way?...Be sad, people, for our literal and otherwise non-existent summer is almost OVER.
Which brings us to the season of dramatics. Fall.
But if you didn't get to have that summer beach party or that summer romance...hey. Chin up. It isn't as if we have summer anyway.

Why? Durr. We have summeresque weather all year round already.

Anyway. I'm suddenly starved for some crappy reason. I'm going downstairs to grab some yogurt.

YAY and I shall have yogurt again tomorrow at school. If the yogurt auntie is still there, which I hope she is.


I'm in a quoteth mood.
Credit ME.
kthxreadonifbored.

Me and my besties;;
we've been there done that
got high got lame and all of that
dancing sexy and all that
[just without the pole]
So suck that, haters
That's just how we roll.

and they told me I would find the girl I used to be.

and it was when you
didn't argue when I said I had been stupid
didn't debate that those other girls were drop-dead gorgeous
forgot it when I told you to
and asked why I was sad- when nothing had changed? ;;
that I realized we had l o s t i t a l l.

here's to the heartbreakers the booty-shakers
prom queen; class nerd and the people in between
the ohmymama the high school DRAMA
and the things not meant to be.

Dear class;
The nice guys went extinct with the dinosaurs.

love me tender
love me true
I'll b r e a k your young heart too.

I'll tell it to you OLD SCHOOL;;
boy meets girl
and then one world falls apart

maybe the nerd likes the goth girl
and the punk rocker likes the jock
everybody seems to want the one thing they ain't got
so the good girl wants the BAD GUY
and the prom queen loves the geek--
we all fall in love with the person we don't need.

hold on, oh little girl, h o l d o n
you can't get out from this race
when things are worst remember
they'll fall back into place.

but that look in your eyes
it screams goodbye, goodbye...

Dear girl;;
Teenage years aren't there so you can find your husband.
They're there so you can find your bridesmaids.

and maybe one day
things'll all be better

Please prescribe this heartbreaker with a larger dose of "takeyourowncrapandshoveitupthere".

and oh the city was crying H A R D that night
when we went out to play in traffic.

so live it up live it up
because the speed limit's screwed and now
we're never turning back

We-ell.
Enough for now.
Hope y'all liked the quotes. <3